The way the world is seen it isn’t,
The way it should be it isn’t,
The reckless running, the endless pain, the unchained greed and the paid passion,
Won’t Last forever.
Once life will be free.
So will be the will: a will of being me.
One won’t pay the price for living his dreams.
Under the blue sky and endless greens,
Just left with only question to be deemed;
To be or not to be?